Blackmailed For Love

He didn't knock as he entered the small file room.He stood there and looked around, if he was impressed by the work I'd had done in just two days he didn't say it.

Instead when his eyes came back to me they were as cold and hard as an ice block.

Once upon a time they used to look at me like I was his whole world.

"Get up.We are leaving."

I blinked up at him, not understanding where he was taking me.

His eyes narrowed on me and he said, "You are not doing a good job of following my orders."

Not giving into the urge to roll my eyes, I stood up and grabbed my small purse.

Pressing my hand down to smooth out my skirt, I rounded the desk and I asked, "Where are you taking me?"

"Your home.I decided I'll drop my whore back at her place at the end of the day."

His words made me wince and he saw it as a moment later he grabbed my wrist to pull me in front of him.

His hard eyes caressed my face and he said, "I won't let you forget it.The way I couldn't forget.I'll keep reminding you and myself who you truly are."

I bit down the inside of my cheek and stared back at him.I won't give him the satisfaction of knowing how his words were scratching at my bruised heart.

He gripped my face and dug his fingers into my cheeks as he demanded, "Say it."

One thing about Kristian was, he always lashed out and did everything he could to not be the only one feeling the pain.

When someone hurts him he hurts them back tenfold.

And he didn't know how to stop until his enemy was beaten down and destroyed.

I had seen it with my own eyes.I knew it deep in my bones how far he could go.

So there was no trying to fight it.

Also, I just didn't want to fight him.

He had his demons and I used to be his comforting place despite our age difference but then I turned on him, became the one who broke his trust, and became another person in his list of demons.

"I am a whore." I said, giving him what he wanted.

Or maybe I was just a glutton for punishment His lips twisted.

"Whose?"

"Yours."

Only his.

Ever his.

"That's right.Don't you ever forget that."

He walked out of the room and made me follow him.

Unlike him my steps were hesitant as I followed him, I didn't want him to drop me home.

i had filled out, I had lied

status as a

any important stuff that would lead the people here to my personal life but now he wanted to drop me home: Please, God, make him have a flat tire: And he totally

Nope.

Not on my side.

Like he ever is.

god, why?  His car

that would make it any less than

lips curved up as a memory from the

Ferrari GT and he had taken me

we had spent the

to the parking space, he strode toward his black Porsche, unlocking it on the way and without waiting for

later I heard the

before he could get irritated and start to

sat down, I tried, I

"You don't have to drive

He didn't say anything.

fingers held the steering wheel like one would hold a lover as he pulled

knew

I had written

and tried again, "You can

had a few

to me and

do you want to

went up on my

I didn't have enough money to let him know that I wasn't making things

I sighed.

buy

would just have to suck it

and I will wait for him to leave then I'll make my way to the

take a different and longer route back to my actual place but I think I could manage

for the

thought made me sad, more than the fact that I would be

minutes later, the car came to a slow stop

turned to him

at me for a long moment that made me nervous and then, he said, "Let me

becoming such

knew

put a smile on my face

and cursed my fate

so much

and I didn't wait as I opened the door and

on my side, I blurted out, "You can't

He arched a brow.

for a reason why he couldn't come inside except that he would know that I didn't live

wouldn't want to see

silence stretched between us and he didn't

like hours he stood back against his car, crossed his legs

I saw

like a GQ

suit that was